Hearts and Habits

Well you can tell by the ring in my back pocket

I'm a can a day and I been that way since grandpa and my first chaw

Fishing off the bank of a river

My family tree is solid oak

Cut down to a barrel and whiskey soaked

And my weekends they don't end

'Cause Daddy didn't raise no quitter

I'm stuck in

My ways like a truck in the mud and

Always said there'd be nothin' gonna settle me down

Settle me down

Well I smoke it to the filter

I drink it 'til it's dry

But the only Cowboy killer

I want on my lips tonight

Is 5 foot 5 brown eyes lookin' back at mine

Like we could do some damage

I got a real bad habit for breaking hearts

You got real good heart for breakin' habits

You're fine as wine out of Sonoma

Made to put the brakes on these Tecovas

The way you sway to Shenandoah

With me up on ya

Makes me wanna

Find us a church on the Cumberland Road

It's hard as hell to hold down

Just found some heaven to hold

Well I smoke it to the filter

I drink it 'til it's dry

But the only Cowboy killer

I want on my lips tonight

Is 5 foot 5 brown eyes lookin' back at mine

Like we could do some damage

I got a real bad habit for breaking hearts

You got real good heart for breakin' habits

Yeah

When you wake up in the morning and I don't wanna leave

Just know that

You've done something

That ain't never been done to me

Yeah I smoke it to the filter

I drink it 'till it's dry